Like most of the United States, I watched, stunned, the events of Sept 11, 2001. I had just turned on the TV for no reason at all, and thought I was watching a movie. It took a long time to digest it. Poetry is my way of processing these things.

Of Debris and Smoke
by A.G. Lindsay

The landscape of today has changed
Transmuted into something new and strange
The ordinary unrecognizable
We hover in between
The seconds of ago and to come
Smelling the dust of the past
And hearing only the stillness between
The inhalation and the sigh

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